You know how you used to dream of what you wanted to be when you grew up? From the second I discovered books, I only ever wanted to be an Author.

I remember when I was 3 or 4, I’d drive my parents crazy, constantly asking, “What does THAT say?” as I pointed to the street signs we drove past.

In my first week of school, I cried in frustration because, “WHYYY can’t I read yet?!”

Once I got the hang of that reading stuff, man, there was no stopping me! While all the other girls were on the netball courts, I was tucked up in a corner of the library. I totally geeked out whenever a Readathon was announced, and thought Librarians had the coolest job in the world (second only to Authors, of course).

In High School, I convinced my girlfriends to co-write stories with me and spent hours drafting plot outlines and drawing covers with our names on them. I wrote poetry in every spare moment and was only ever on time for English Literature class.

But to me, that magical career – Author – was something that only special people got to do. In my mind, it was so completely pie-in-the-sky, it was up there with prima ballerina and rocket scientist.

Well, I’m here to tell you that just about anything is possible if you put your mind to it, ladylove! Two and a half years ago, if you’d told me I’d be sober and a published author, I would have fallen on the floor laughing.

And yet, here I am.

What if our greatest flaw turns out to be our greatest gift?

What if the challenges we face in life teach us about trust, tenacity, and love, so that our heart’s every dream can come true?

I hope you enjoy the book, beautiful. I thought of you as I wrote every single page. ❤️